Crying

Humans have been around for thousands of years, and we are all very diverse in our cultures, races, traditions, and religions. However we all have one obvious distinction amongst all of us, and that is men and women. While there are many similarities between men and women, there are also definitive differences between us. Though some are deep and interesting, and become the topic of many researchers to debate, others are more amusing and can be clearly observed by nearly anyone. Truly, there are…

Arthur Miller emphasizes the importance of family relationships in his play “Death of a Salesman.” Through the characters, and their actions, Miller demonstrates to his audience how drastically one person’s actions can affect the rest of the family since everyone 's actions affected each other to some degree. Willy’s actions and attitude greatly distressed himself, his wife, Linda, and son Biff, resulting for all three characters to have realizations in the end. Willy learned that Biff had…

34 Snowing Night Carried The Corpse On Back, Buried Mother In The Mountains People probably all know the story, Liangshan (梁山）heroes, dutiful son Li Kui （李逵）, carried his mother up to Liangshan mountain. Unfortunately, when Li Kui went to get water and food, hungry tigers ate his mother. Li Kui was in most of grief, and killed four tigers in one breath. But in today 's world, who knows a story about in a dark snowing night, son carried the corpse on back, buried mother in the mountains?…

my life, but one since I was a big boy twelve years old - I cried. I cried, in bed alone, and couldn't stop. I buried my head under the quilts, but my aunt heard me. She woke up and told my uncle, I was crying because the Holy Ghost had come into my life and because I had seen Jesus. But I was crying because I couldn't bear to tell her that I had lied, that I had deceived everybody in the church, that I hadn't seen Jesus, and that now I didn't believe there was a Jesus anymore since he didn't…

The pain of this memory still lingers in the darkest crevices in my mind. Divorce! The word to me seems so grotesque and evil; however this cruel word became a reality for me when I was sixteen years old. Family has been always one of the most important aspects in my life, my life and the world as I knew it died. Nevertheless, I still find myself wishing my parent’s were back together, I understand that it is selfish to wish this, but I can’t help but close my eyes and imagine this image of my…

listen, you knew they were disappointed. You had started to regret ever telling your dad in the first place. He had never been this mad at you before, he had been mad before but never at you. It was almost an hour later when you finally stopped crying and decided to leave your room,you’d have to confront your dad sooner or later and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight unless you knew your dad would forgive you. Slowly you made your way from your room to the main area of the bunker.…

people crying but never saw the faces of those weeping. Every day I saw bloody people on the news, but I thought that those people were just acting and they will soon get up. Until one day I went to the grocery store. As I walked I heard bang bang bang, I knew that the war was starting again and that the fighting was near me. I ran home among the crowd of terrified individuals, some were falling to the ground dead. Others stopped to help their loved ones. When I arrived home there sat a crying…

shattered. The stream of tears came raging back at me. All the happiness from winning tug of war cracked inside of me when I shattered. I surveyed my classmates only to find bright red faces with tears streaking there faces. Almost all of the girls were crying, even some of the boys. We all shattered. “I’m taking a year off, and I’m going to do plumbing full time now. Teaching isn't what it used to be.’’ He kept talking for a while then the bell rang. We all lined up for the last time in 5th…

parachute when they all jumped on him, yelling and stabbing blindly as Simon screamed out. When they cleared, Simon was stone dead. They dumped his body in the sea, letting it wash out to rest on the ocean floor. Simon came down from the mountain, “crying something about a dead man on a hill. ‘Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in!’... The beast struggled forward, broke the ring, and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water. At once the crowd leapt on to…

“Okay, thank you. That is very nice of you.” I said. After playing a friendly game of kickball, he shoved me into the cement. My knees were scraped and began bleeding. I felt humiliated and mortified. I ran home crying, but my brother lied to my mother about pushing me. I sat in my room crying, “A King? Phew, he will never be King one day.” At this moment, I had decided to think about revenge. I wonder how long Hamlet has until I diminish him. Indeed, my middle school self decided on the fate…